By The Moonlight's Shadow

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The moon's glistening light fell upon the land, the silvering touch caressing every blade of grass, every swaying leaf, every edge of the old derelict church like the soft fleeting velvet touch of a silver gloved lover.

It was through this eerily lit dreamscape, that the curvaceous young maiden made her way, hips swaying softly within the confines of her flowing dress. The overgrown bushes and grasses tugged at the velvet, exposing the pale white flesh of her calves, smooth and creamy in contrast to the dark softness of the velvet night, the silvering moonlight adding a soft gleam to the exposed flesh.

As she neared the church, her bust heaved heavily as she took a deep calming breath, nerves clearly showing in her shuddering exhalations as she ran her hands over the velvet. The mixture of fear and adrenaline combined, she mused to herself, was thrilling. The intensity of emotion that followed truly threatened to overwhelm her as her questing hands brushed over the soft pale upswell of her bosom.

Her breath catching in her throat, she opened her eyes, as pale and bright as the stars themselves, and quested to find someplace where she could be alone.

Just her and her passions.

*

Settling herself behind one of the larger gravestones that littered the area, she leant back against the cold stone and shuddered, not from the cold but from the wave of excitement that raced through her.

Loosening the lace ties on the front of her dress, she allowed the restraining material to relax, her shapely pale bust shifting as it was finally allowed to relax within the confines of it's material prison. The cool night air swept across her flesh as a gentle breeze shifted the grasses around her, making her flesh goose pimple and her breath jerk from her in even more ragged, shuddering gasps.

Surrendering to the emotions that flooded her mind, she traced a delicately manicured hand down from her neck to her cleavage, the rasping nail eliciting gasps of delight as her hand finally undid the ties that bound her shut and exposed her soft full breasts to the night.

Her fingers traced down to her rapidly hardening nipples, gently rubbing and pulling on the swelling teats, massaging the flesh as the air's cool caress heightened her senses more and more. Gasping with delight, she raised a leg and slowly traced her fingers up and down the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

*

Movement out of the corner of her eye made her jump. Swiftly covering her modesty, she turned to see the imposing frame of a man, seemingly dressed head to toe in black, his eyes dark and mysteriously enticing, gazing back from the pale setting of his face.

Who are you? What are you doing here? she shrieked, her voice warbling with fear and renewed adrenaline.
I could ask you the same, my dear